Rogan Whitenails

Monday, August 21, 2006

The Lability of the Silent EraI found my Dad on the morning of Mothering Sunday, fainted, naked and face down on the bathroom floor. His head was bleeding, and I thought at first he might have had another stroke. Thankfully, this didn't turn out to be the case, and he's back on track.

I have recently recovered from a very strange bout of the lurgy. In attendance were the normal aches and nausea and chestiness, but what made it strange was the symptom of lability. I had to run out of WH Smith. I started to cry as I was reading the printed message in one of the birthday cards they have for sale there.

I sough with the cider and hock imbibed;Outside, so soughs the wind.Warfarin is the drug prescribedTo keep my Dad's blood thinned.My Dad is Howlin' Warfarin;And I am The Shill with the PorcelainNails, a silent comic fromThe silent movie epoch.My heart is burning with pommeAnd pepsin and grief and hock.